1Cademy - بخش ۵۶ - داستان وفات اسکندر و ندبه حکیمان بر وی / Section 56 - The Tale of Alexanders Death and the Lament of the Sages over Him

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بخش ۵۶ - داستان وفات اسکندر و ندبه حکیمان بر وی / Section 56 - The Tale of Alexander's Death and the Lament of the Sages over Him

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سکندر چو زد از وصیت نفس
ز عالم نصیبش همان بود و بس

شد انفاس او با وصیت تمام
به ملک دگر تافت عزمش زمام

برفت او و ما هم بخواهیم رفت
چه بی غم چه با غم بخواهیم رفت

درین کاخ دلکش نماند کسی
رود عاقبت گرچه ماند بسی

متاعی به از عمر جاوید نیست
ولی آن درین عالم امید نیست

در او زیرکی عمر جاوید یافت
که زنده ازو امید تافت

چو اسپهبدان بی سکندر شدند
جدا زو چو تن های بی سر شدند

فتادند در جیب جان کرده چاک
چو تن های سر رفته در خون و خاک

بکردند آنچه اهل ماتم کنند
که بدرود شاهان عالم کنند

ز جامه کبودان زمین می نمود
به چشم کواکب چو چرخ کبود

صدای نفیر از فلک برگذشت
زهاب سرشک از سمک درگذشت

ز بس خاست دود از دل یک به یک
پر از دود گشت از سما تا سمک

ز بس ظلمت و دود بر هم نشست
در صبح بر روی خورشید بست

چو دیدند از آخر که از اشک و آه
نیارند بر درد و غم بست راه

ز آیین ماتم عنان تافتند
به تدبیر تجهیز بشتافتند

ز مشک و گلابش بشستند تن
ز خز و کتان ساختندش کفن

ز تابوت زر محملش ساختند
ز دیبای چین مفرش انداختند

چو مهد زرش گشت آرام جای
بزرگ سپه خاست گریان به پای

به دانش حجاب از میان برگرفت
به دانا حکیمان سخن درگرفت

که امروز روز زبان آوریست
درین قصه وقت سخن گستریست

ز حکمت بسازید هنگامه ای
کنید املیی موعظت نامه ای

که غمدیدگان را تسلی دهد
مثال مثوبت به عقبی دهد

English translation

When Alexander drew his final breath after his testament, that alone was his share of the world, and no more. His breaths were completed along with his testament; his resolve turned its reins toward another kingdom. He departed, and we too shall depart; whether without sorrow or with sorrow, we shall depart. In this charming palace no one remains; in the end everyone goes, though many yet linger. There is no commodity better than eternal life, yet there is no hope of that in this world. In it no clever one found eternal life, such that a living soul might kindle hope from it. When the commanders were left without Alexander, parted from him they became like bodies without heads. They fell, having torn open the collar of the soul, like bodies whose heads were gone, in blood and dust. They did what mourners do, bidding farewell to the kings of the world. From their dark-blue garments the earth appeared, to the eyes of the stars, like the dark-blue sphere. The sound of wailing passed beyond the heavens; the streaming of tears passed beyond the ocean's depths. So much smoke rose from every heart, one by one, that from the sky to the deep all was filled with smoke. So much darkness and smoke settled together that in the morning it veiled the face of the sun. When at last they saw that with tears and sighs they could not block the way against pain and grief, they turned their reins from the rite of mourning and hastened to arrange the funeral preparations. With musk and rosewater they washed his body; from silk and linen they fashioned his shroud. Of a golden coffin they made his litter; with Chinese brocade they laid its spread. When the golden cradle became his resting place, the great one of the army rose weeping to his feet. With knowledge he lifted the veil from between; the learned sages took up their speech, saying: today is a day of eloquence; in this tale it is the time for spreading discourse. Out of wisdom make a stirring assembly, and compose a book of admonition, that it may give consolation to the grief-stricken, and hold forth a semblance of reward in the hereafter.

Updated 2026-07-19

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